God When Waking

…God When Waking…
By Jaria Saent

As a shadow I am weak as I walk along the beach breathing the air of purity, walking next to the existentialist ideals of dying minds I see death as I bathe beneath the peace that silence seems to bring, I see laying next to this path that I am on three glowing rocks that begin to shutter and come alive, three dragons dance before my waking eyes, each speaking simultaneously granting me wishes, each torn from the fabrics of this dying world, one seems to say with greed comes destruction as the resurrection of the waking worlds, tearing the dying minds that grab hold and flee to bring forth more destruction than man can find in the aisles of torn through days, the second seems to breathe through these realms and die with black eyes fixed on the horizon bringing everything to a shuttering stop around me as the third seems lost in tears as he begins to breathe life back into her tangled heart, lost on the beaches of time, if these crosses where less than an apparent dream and time where waking with honesty instead of corporate means, but must incorporate these ideals before the dragons sail into the stream, one must gather these ideals and lay them back as they were before the minds gather and form into trees, so again the world starts hovering over these sainted theories wishing only to find beneath the Abramaic alters something that will turn a harlot into a queen.